After some confusion over dates, Max came to my house whilst Bud took the van back (see Max's latest blog entry for explanation) . This is the view from where my Mum is sat on her sofa to us in my Den. We are playing trains, but by the time Mum will have typed this for me, we will probably be upstairs playing under my new climb-up bed.
Mum says she is in two minds about this playdate. Will it go swimmingly - and by that she means can she sit and watch Diagnosis Murder with a cuppa? Or will it seem like it's going swimmingly so she can watch Diagnosis Murder with a cuppa but really when she looks, it will be too late to turn back from the carnage that is my bedroom?
I think I can hear the kettle boiling and the TV starting... Good luck Mum!